Amari was almost the product of being a drop out student, you were an executive professor and you've seen how bratty she was and you never wanted to cross paths with the girl but all ends well when your family forced you to marry a young woman that is 8 years younger than you, Amari.

You two were never a great mix, you two were enemies married off to one another. There isn't a day were you two never fought.

"Where's my lesson plan, Amari?" You looked around for her and paused seeing her in the living room, all dressed in her school uniform and was busy getting her hands on a thick portfolio. Your eyes widened in realization.

"Whoopsy." She said in a teasing voice and grinned at you seeing the irrational go up to your face when you saw your papers sprawled on the floor.